Oh, sing that song to me again,
Whose charm doth ne­ver cease,
Of Him who died for sinful men:
Immanuel, Prince of Peace;
The peerless One of all the throng
Who’ve walked our earthly sod;
The sweetest name that lives in song:
Christ Je­sus, Son of God.

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Oh, sing that song to me again,
Whose charm doth ne­ver cease,
Of Him who died for sinful men:
Immanuel, Prince of Peace.

When I, a lisping infant, lay
Upon my mother’s knee,
She told me in the twilight gray,
How Je­sus died for me;
She sang a song of Heav’n and God
I ne­ver can forget;
And tho’ she sleeps beneath the sod,
Her song is living yet.

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Oh, song of songs, that grows sublime
As onward roll the years,
Oh, story woven into rhyme,
That melts the heart to tears;
I love, I love to hear that song,
It fills my soul with joy;
To Him all songs of praise belong
Which mortal tongues employ.

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